Screaming at an empty sky;Angry, weeping, broken;Begging You to tell me why,And hearing…
The calendar told meSpring is here.
Her vibrant spiritHeart faced smileMusical voiceAccentuated curvesLoved and admired.
Hearts
The old man kept his heart in a box.He took it everywhere he went, always holding…
Through poetry,ㅤ I think.I exist.I live.